Wrong Movie


        Craig bounced as he clutched the ticket he held tightly in his black-furred paws, it was for a new movie called Mary’s Lamb. The poster he had seen while walking through Grit Town had shown a cute shepherd dog tending to her flock of sheep. It looked like the perfect movie to unwind to after a long day. The ticket master, a silver and blue furred raccoon-fox raised an eyebrow as she flicked her hair back and looked up from her phone. “Are you sure you want to see this movie?” She asked as her eyes drifted to the skunk’s lack of pants-wear.  “I really do, the poster looked fun,” Craig nodded as he slipped the ticket to the ticket master. His bushy white and black tail swished back and forth as his ticket was punched.


        “Auditorium 12,” the ticket master pointed down the hallway. “Just don’t expect a refund if you aren’t Satisfied.” She sighed as she turned her attention back to her phone screen. Craig shrugged off the warning as he walked towards Room 12. The theater was shabby, the movie posters lining the walls were faded and peeling. The carpet, once a vibrant red now, was dull beige and matted, leaving a sticky feeling with every step the skunk took. The dry scent of stale popcorn and old butter permeated the air as he passed a closed off concession stand. Still he was excited as he spotted the door with a faded 12 above it. All the bleak shabbiness of the theater fled Craig’s mind as he pushed the door open.


        The room inside was much more cared for. The carpeted floors were clean and the dozen or two theater seats were free of tears. The auditorium was completely empty leaving the skunk his choice of seats. He settled into a seat in the middle just as the lights started to dim. From somewhere behind him he could hear the clack of an old projector as it warmed up. Craig got comfortable in his seat as the screen started to display an image as the ancient speakers crackled and popped. Finally the movie started to play.


The movie started off with Mary the shepherd dog as she walked through a field of colorful wildflowers. The canine was completely naked, a factor Craig was oblivious to, as he usually was just as naked. Mary carried a crook as she called out worriedly; “Little Lamb! Little Lamb!” She swept through the flowers with the crook as her chest bounced up and down. Craig bit his lip nervously as Mary continued her search all the way to a large apple tree. Laying under the tree’s heavily laden branches was a large ram-raccoon. Like Mary he was completely nude, save for his thick coat of wool. His legs were crossed as he munched on a bright red apple.


“Oh, there you are Mary,” the ram turned his head as the canine approached and uncrossed his legs. Craig gasped, the resemblance to the person he was cloned from was uncanny. His face flushed red as the sight of the ram’s sheath and balls came into view, displayed across the huge screen. His paws instinctively reached down to press over his empty crotch. With his eyes glued to the movie screen, Craig let out a whimper as a burning heat spread from where his fingers touched his groin. 


On the screen the surprised Mary knelt in front of the ram. Her crook laid on the ground as her paw caressed the ram's lemon shaped pouch. The ram bleated as his hand rubbed over Mary’s floppy ears. “Good doggy,” he gasped. Transfixed Craig's paw feverishly mimicked the onscreen action. The faint memories locked in his skull overtaking him. His fingers clutched at an appendage his memories said should be there as on the screen Mary's paws stroked over the ram's thick member.


“Heck!” Craig panted as he reveled in the memories of his clone-lord. Memories that were never his but he inherited. Just as the movie was hitting its climax, so did the lone observer. Craig panted and moaned in time with the ram_raccoon as the burn reached a new height. Just as the ram let out a bleat and painted the dog with his cum, Craig's fingers grasped at something hot and firm. The sensation was so startling it broke him out of the memories and back to reality. The movie was rolling credits but all the skunk could stare at was the massive pink member and set of wooly balls protruding from his groin. A second squeeze confirmed the appendage was completely real, making the skunk blush with excitement. 


He recalled the memories still fresh in his mind as his fingers traced along the fat mushroom head of the cock. No! His cock, he corrected himself as his body shivered. He leaned back in his seat, his legs slid forward as he started to stroke along his shaft. The member was a pawful, too thick to fully wrap his fingers around as he experimented. This was his first time after all. A loud moan accompanied his furious pawing as his testicles slapped against the edge of his seat. 


Soon enough the skunk couldn't hold back any longer. His hips bucked into the air, his too large member slid through his fingers. The pair of fat sheep nuts drew up close as the wave of ecstasy washed over him like the high tide. His body gave a mighty shudder before he splashed his belly with his seed. As soon as it came it dissipated. Craig collapsed back into his seat exhausted. The memories receded back into the depths of his mind just as the lights came on.


“Hey mister! You're still here?” The voice of the ticket master startled the skunk. He looked down, thankfully the huge bits had also seemingly disappeared but there was no hiding the huge mess of sticky fur across his belly. “Umm, yeah,” he called back desperately to stall the attractive female. His face flushed, the vision of raccoon-fox stroking his member made his groin heat up again. NO! Not again, he whimpered as he willed the feeling away as he scooted past her in a hurry. The ticket master looked back with a knowing grin. “Another satisfied customer,” she thought, hoping the skunk would return.